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After martial law was enacted, the streets were empty at night, except for teams of police and soldiers patrolling the streets.

The taverns were closed, the dance halls were closed, and even the Grand Opera House, which had always been full of people, was locked and pitch black. Everyone stayed at home and had a hard night with or without being bored.

Of course, for some of the great nobles, such a night is not too difficult.

The Marquis de Arnold's mansion was brightly lit and a small dinner was taking place.

The dinner was small and not many people attended, except for the Marquis and their two adult sons, the Count of César, who had been invited.

Tasting delicious food and drinking wine, they talked loudly, and laughed from time to time.

"Oh, Cesar, my old fellow, you're here, and you're relieved to come. ”

"That is, as soon as I received your letter, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night, and the next day I immediately summoned the knights of the clan to rush over and contribute to the cause of my Holy Sect. ”

"Yes, although the road is tortuous, but there is a bright future, as long as we defeat the revolutionary army, hang all those revolutionaries one by one, and drive out the British, we will have a big country that belongs to our Holy Sect. ”

"Alas, I think that when our Holy Sect was at its peak, all the emperors and kings had to be canonized by our Pope himself. Nations, large and small, are vassals of our holy religion, and we teach them, nurture them, and let them grow and grow. But these white-eyed wolves, who were not well raised, turned their backs on the Holy Religion after they became strong, and went their own way, making one after another disobedient decrees and blaspheming the faith. ”

"However, such days will be gone forever, when we completely control France, then take Germany, then subdue those small countries, and finally conquer England, our Holy Religion will once again reach the top and achieve the kingdom of God on earth!"

"Yes, I really wish to see the Holy Sect accomplish this great thing in my lifetime. ”

"As long as we have the courage to dedicate and sacrifice, this can definitely be achieved! By the way, how many people have you brought with you this time. ”

"There are more than 200 knights and more than 300 infantrymen, all of whom are fully armored and bladed, and the lowest of them are of strength, and there are also the level of full-fledged samurai. I can't wait to get to Marseille and have a good fight with those damn revolutionaries. ”

"I understand your feelings, but it's not okay to go now, the people who are still on the front line in Marseille are actually cannon fodder, used to contain and weaken the strength of those revolutionary parties. To tell you the truth, the Patriarch and His Excellency the Holy Maiden are gathering their forces, and when the time comes, the army will march forward and destroy the revolutionary army in one fell swoop! ”

Just as they were talking about the key point, the Marquis Arnold and the Count of Cesar looked excited.

Suddenly, a cold voice came out: "I see, you don't have a chance to be on the stage!"

"Who?"

"Who's talking?"

"Boom!" The walls of the hall were shattered, and the masonry was flying.

In the midst of everyone's consternation, a spear with flames broke through the wall.

In the dim moonlight, the silence of the street was broken in the faint light.

The black-armored spearmen dragged their spears and ran through the streets covered in blood, chasing after the police and soldiers.

The Black Armor Spearman is extremely good at light skills, and he is also very familiar with the road, he nimbly moves through the roofs and courtyard walls, and through the streets and alleys. In a moment, the patrol soldiers who were babbling and carrying torches, and the policemen who were armed with knives and chains were left behind.

After running through another street and shaking off his pursuers once and for all, he slowed down and began to walk towards his quarters.

But as soon as he turned a corner, a row of black-robed men in black cloaks stood in front of him.

The black-robed man in the lead took off the hood on his head, revealing a swarthy face, it was the "mercy" Clark, this row of black-robed people are all inquisitors of the Holy See!

The black inquisitor clapped his hands, and his tone was full of mockery: "Isn't this our highly decorated musketeer, the future Sharpshooter, Your Excellency d'Artagnan, so late, where are you going?" ”

"How did you find me?" d'Artagnan took a step back, gun in hand.

"Oh, although Paris is big, we in the Holy See want to find a person, and we still have the ability. The black inquisitor was not in a hurry, looking at the prey that had fallen into the encirclement in front of him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he took a step forward.

"Then stop talking nonsense, come on. The blazing internal qi flowed through d'Artagnan again, and a fire burned on the tip of the spear.

"Oh, Great Grandmaster, your strength has improved. The black inquisitor continued to move forward unhurriedly.

The other black-robed men slowly dispersed, separated around, and faintly surrounded d'Artagnan in the field.

"It's a pity that I'm still better than you. The moonlight seemed to get brighter, making the black man's fist shine with a faint white glow.

The pace of the negro's advance began to quicken, and the flames of d'Artagnan's spear grew more and more intense.

Suddenly, seven or eight small balls flew from somewhere, flew into the middle of the field, and rolled to the ground.

In the confusion and doubts of everyone.

"Bah!", "Bah!", "Bah!", "Bah!", "Bah!", "Bah!", ......"Bah!", "Bah!", "Bah!", "Bah!", "Bah!

The balls exploded one after another, and countless pitch-black smoke instantly enveloped the entire field, obscuring everyone's vision.

"It's the poisonous smoke of the witch cult! The smoke is poisonous! Everyone be careful!" the black inquisitor roared, his whole body stirred, and he turned his fist into a palm and slapped it in all directions.

Countless energies gushed out, but in a moment, the entire area of smoke was blown away.

And d'Artagnan, who was originally surrounded in the field, is no longer there.

Why are they here?

The black inquisitor did not chase or search around, his brow furrowed, his chin stroked, and he was silent for a long time.

Somewhere in the city of Paris, in a small underground stone chamber.

D'Artagnan was confused: "Who are you? Are you a witch, why did you save me?"

"I'm the head of the intelligence department of the Revolutionary Army in Paris, so you can just call me Miledi. The answer was a blonde woman about 30 years old.

"Revolutionary, aren't you a witch?" d'Artagnan didn't understand.

"Can't witch cultists join the revolutionary army?" the blonde woman asked rhetorically.

"Well, whether it's the witch cult or the revolutionary army, why did you save me, or rather, what are you looking for me for?" d'Artagnan looked wary, and he didn't have much affection for the revolutionary army.

"Oh, we have been entrusted with a letter to you. The blonde woman spoke in a relaxed tone.

"What letter, whose letter?" d'Artagnan had some guessing in his mind.

"It's General Sophie's letter. ”